The grand stage. Little Pluto Hades stood with his hands clasped behind his back. Arrogant. Countless spotlights bathed him, causing the tens of thousands of spectators to freeze simultaneously, staring dumbly at the young man who had suddenly appeared on the platform.

Little Dragon King Yang Lie quietly watched Hades on the stage. Was this truly the power of the young generation standing at the absolute peak? With a single move, he had forcefully shattered the attack from Death Sign head-on? Just how refined had his True Qi reached?

Death Sign rapidly shifted his steps in the passageway. Beyond the concealed hatred in his eyes, there was mostly sheer terror.

This suddenly appearing young man was too powerful; he had ended the fight in just one move. Death Sign had already pushed his strength to its absolute limit. The Hadouken could easily pierce steel plates, and the bones of an ordinary person would shatter upon contact. Yet, this man had forcibly torn apart the Hadouken and ripped through the Ripple Body Protection Art, a technique designed to disperse force in a unique way.

Breaking two major new martial arts in one move? Death Sign quickened his pace to leave. If he still had his sniper rifle in hand, this moment would have been the perfect opportunity for revenge. Only…

Death Sign twisted his head towards the stadium's command post with hatred. A cunning fox was hidden there. He had calculated everything. Without a doubt, even the sudden appearance of the young martial artist on stage was a masterpiece of his arrangement, wasn't it?

Xing Wuyi stood behind the large glass window of the command post, gently pushing up the glasses on his nose. He gazed with a faint smile at Death Sign, who was melting into the night: "Can you escape? Since I could arrange for Little Pluto Hades to deliver a fatal blow, I have naturally also calculated your necessary reaction if you escape the second blockade net. Did you think I only asked Qin Fen to leave to stop your Death God Squad?"

***The brilliantly lit command room. Wuyi looked down upon Death Sign from his high vantage point, like a night owl observing a hamster venturing out to forage.

Slightly weaker in martial force? It didn't matter. Xing Yi knew exactly where his strengths lay. During this concert, he was the god, the God who controlled everything. Even someone as powerful as Death Sign was within his calculations. The only miscalculation was the formidable strength of the Ripple Art. The Tian Shi Flying Tiger Squad had lost more than half its members.

"Zhao."

The massive speakers boomed with Wuyi's voice. Holding a microphone, he looked down slowly at the figure below: "Do not let your eyes, clouded by hatred, block the path ahead of you. I am the mastermind behind this. Therefore, the person standing in your way now is the end of your life."

Standing in the way? As Death Sign turned back, he saw a figure standing in what had seemed a wide passage. Compared to the width of the passage, this person seemed insignificant. Yet, the moment that person truly stood there, it was as if an immense iron gate had slammed shut, completely sealing off the path.

Xing Wuyi's voice permeated every corner of the stadium. The people withdrew their attention from Little Pluto Hades and focused it entirely on Death Sign.

Yuwen Qian’s XM10 modifications, capable of easily piercing urban guard mecha armor, were now visible as the crowd's gaze shifted to Death Sign in the passage.

Lin Ling did not aim to lock on, merely observing Death Sign through the optical sight. If Qin Fen could not stop this man attempting to flee, he wouldn't mind pulling the trigger to eliminate him.

A ferocious tiger blocking the path ahead, and two lethal XM10s behind him. Death Sign let out a soft laugh. His rigid body actually became completely relaxed. Excitement flared in his pupils, his green-glowing eyes resembling those of a starved jackal.

His only chance to survive was to strike down the young man before him and break through.

The will to survive resided in everyone. Under the pressure of terrifying cannons and guns, every ounce of Death Sign's potential was being squeezed out.

Serpent Bio-Beast, activate. A faint blue light flickered across Death Sign's brow. This blue instantly transformed into circuit board patterns resembling CLP, rapidly branching out into countless fine lines, enveloping his head, neck, body, and limbs. The simulated meridians spread with incredible speed, completing their path in the blink of an eye. Faint blue light pulsed beneath his veins.

Potential unleashed. Death Sign also activated Life and Death State. His Chi and Spirit locked onto Qin Fen. The kaleidoscopic world around him turned into a black-and-white old photograph; only Qin Fen existed in his entire vision. This Eleven-Star powerhouse had also activated his Bio-Beast. Qin Fen dared not show any complacency. His ever-unchanging Divine Demon Body rapidly spread its own Bio-Beast meridians. The Dragon-Elephant Prajna Art flowed even more smoothly within this body reinforced by simulated meridians.

His body shook slightly. A chorus of crackling sounds resonated from Qin Fen's bones, gala-gala-gala-gala, like countless asymmetrically matched gears grinding and tumbling together. Bones, spine, knee and elbow joints, right down to the finger joints—not a single part of his body remained silent. His powerful heart beat with brute force, squeezing massive amounts of blood through his entire system, forcing countless muscle fibers to swell.

Bone pushing and tendon stretching. Qin Fen transformed once more into a wrathful Arhat statue from a temple. His fingers were as thick as ordinary carrots. The air exploded with small cannon-like sounds as he forcefully clenched and released his fists.

Even without stomping his feet, the reinforced concrete beneath him could not withstand the impact of the True Qi generated by Qin Fen. Small, surface cracks—papa-pa—formed across several sections.

With the might of a troll, tens of thousands of spectators gasped in unison, their chests feeling as if they had been struck by a heavy hammer, as if the very air had become suffocatingly dense.

Little Pluto Hades’ eyes twitched, his pupils unable to conceal the light of astonishment. It was no wonder he had been so confident before; this man's ultimate hidden power had reached such a profound level.

Moradchik closed his eyes in despair, recalling three months of grueling training, his heart filled with silent astonishment. He muttered, "Why? Why is this happening? The first time I saw him, there was only a slight gap between us. The second time we fought, he had already pulled ahead of me by a full measure. I trained desperately for three months, thinking I had closed the gap. How could he have advanced to this terrifying level? His strength, and his aura…"

Qin Fen unleashed "Arhat Descends," originating from his opening move combining the Arhat Fists, instantly bursting forth with his full power, causing Death Sign’s expression to change drastically into one of gravity.

Death Sign, a veteran of a hundred battles, raised both eyebrows simultaneously. If his momentum was crushed now, the fight would be over. As the air around him began to ripple and vibrate, he abruptly rotated his ankles, crushing the cement beneath him, and charged forward to meet Qin Fen.

His palms were spread wide, wrists brought together. His stance on the ground—a new martial art called Rocket Impact—brought his hands together to form a large Tiger's Mouth. The sound of churning Hadouken True Qi was like the constant drumming of a battlefield.

If Qin Fen's Arhat Descends was the interlocking tumble of gears, then Death Sign's Hadouken was a machine loaded with those gears that had triggered an explosion. The air itself was completely enveloped and compressed by the fluctuation of the Hadouken, forming a visible, transparent sphere wobbling like water.

Qin Fen felt the air around him pressing inward. The thunderous roar of the Hadouken preceded its arrival. The wave in his eyes was no longer a simple Hadouken strike; its true might lay not in the rolling, compressing fluctuation of energy pressure, but in the sheer fighting spirit emanating from it.

The instant Death Sign attacked, it was precisely when the tens of thousands in the stadium were stunned by Qin Fen’s transformation. This one Hadouken carried his entire fighting will, his intent to destroy this concert.

People often say that the human will is the most terrifying thing, yet they rarely witness its tangible manifestation. The so-called manifestation of will is not about being heavily injured and collapsing, then recalling some event leading to a cosmic burst of power.

Such things do happen, but they are certainly not as common as white cabbage in winter, available everywhere.

The true manifestation of will is when a punch is thrown, shaping one's intent into a specific, potent aura.

Once Death Sign's Hadouken was released, every spectator who saw it felt as if this punch were not aimed at Qin Fen, but at them personally.

Martial arts masters felt it even more acutely: Death Sign’s punch erupted with the aura of one man challenging the entire world.

Death Sign’s punch aura was born from this unique environment—witnessing his brother's death, feeling utterly estranged, a peak of sorrow giving rise to a specialized aura. Alternatively, it could be described as everyone else forcing him into a unique state of disharmony with Heaven, Earth, and Man. This disharmony, however, was precisely what allowed him to push the fluctuation of his aura to its extreme.

This was a peak punch born from a unique breakthrough Death Sign achieved after his spirit and stamina were depleted by gunfire. It was a peak punch he could not have thrown even at his peak physical strength.

"Peak state," Qin Fen roared inwardly. Merging the fighting spirit of the crowd, the battle intent within Qin Fen erupted like a volcano, impossible to stop once ignited... He had to fight.

Qin Fen moved. As his arms drew back, the spine behind him undulated like a true dragon taking flight. Eighteen streams of True Qi rapidly converged on his arms. His long arms shot out explosively. Eighteen Divine Dragons Gather the Wind and Clouds surged forward to meet the attack.

Again, just one punch. The moment Qin Fen struck, every spectator in the arena felt their minds involuntarily drawn toward his fist. It seemed as if not just Qin Fen was throwing the punch; all of them were striking Death Sign together.

Both were ultimate punches. The one Death Sign threw was similar to ones Qin Fen had thrown before. If he hadn't witnessed today's concert, Qin Fen's punch aura might not have surpassed Death Sign’s by much—at most, it would have been more domineering.

Today, stimulated by the rock music of the Flying Heart Women's Band, Qin Fen’s punch aura had gained a new level of comprehension and feeling. This punch was no longer a lone struggle; it carried the feeling of gathering the power of the entire world. The Eighteen Divine Dragons Gather the Wind and Clouds was still the same technique, but the aura of this strike was entirely different.

Caesar merely glanced at the fist and felt an overwhelming sense of defeat in his heart. The Nine Generations Annihilation would instantly crumble under the immense aura of this single punch. If he had faced it directly, perhaps even his martial heart would have suffered a severe blow.

As this punch flew out, Qin Fen clearly felt himself transform. He felt as if he were the sovereign of this small domain. His bloodline churned and boiled, seemingly on the verge of solidification and rebirth. Righteous fervor surged in his chest; he felt confident he could cleave through even towering tidal waves.

Bang.

Qin Fen’s fist pressure slammed onto the Hadouken. The pressure was immediately torn apart by the rotating power of the fluctuation. His fist connected squarely with the full-force strike of the watery, solid energy of the Hadouken. The air instantly exploded with a sound that needed no amplification; the sound of the collision roared into the ears of the audience.

The airwaves of the fluctuation power, crushed by Qin Fen’s fist, finally burst open. Like torrents of arrows, a series of sharp chiu-chiu-chiu piercing sounds echoed through the air, resembling ten thousand arrows raining down on an ancient battlefield. Ordinary people facing these energy arrows would instantly have their protective spheres pierced.

Those sitting along the sides of the passage enjoyed the jarring vibration. The immense noise caused temporary tinnitus in those nearby; they couldn't hear anything at all.

People further away saw shattered stone and dust instantly engulf the passage. Death Sign's battered body tumbled repeatedly in the air, his clothes shredded into fragments by the twisting and tearing forces. Blood spurted from every pore as he was thrown fifty meters backward, crashing heavily onto the floor and sliding some distance before stopping.

When the sliding ceased, Death Sign lay motionless on the ground, his head askew as he stared toward the dust cloud. Blood poured from his mouth like a fountain. His limbs began to twitch instinctively, and the needle-thin pupils of his eyes slowly widened.

Death Sign couldn't believe it. His Eleven-Star power had lost in a direct exchange, not even managing to make his opponent take half a step back. A dignified figure who had completed Blood Exchange Rebirth and immediately entered the Ten-Star Martial Realm—how could he lose to a mere Ten-Star Martial artist now that he had reached Eleven-Star? Had he broken through to a new star level exactly when undergoing Blood Exchange Rebirth?

In the dust cloud, Qin Fen looked at his own right fist, which had just exchanged blows. A helpless, wry smile touched the corner of his lips. He couldn't claim he had gained an advantage from this exchange. Even a punch pushed to the peak of his aura still left him injured. The vibrating shockwave of the Hadouken had forcefully broken through the Eight Divine Dragons Gather the Wind and Clouds.

Truly worthy of the name Death Sign. The Hadouken he gathered to his peak power was formidable. Qin Fen clicked his tongue in acknowledgment. If Lin Ling, Yuwen Qian, and Yu Xiao hadn't each fired a shot earlier, draining a significant portion of Death Sign's stamina, and if a Black Ops team member hadn't struck Death Sign’s body, this battle would not have concluded so easily.

Little Pluto Hades’ eyelids narrowed slightly. Looking down at the prone Death Sign, a hint of seriousness appeared between his brows. He had just managed to shatter the bones of his opponent with one punch. This opponent constantly created surprises.

"A little."

Without even bending his knees, Little Pluto instantly flashed down from the stage, moving several times to reach the passage. As he brushed past Qin Fen amidst the dust and smoke, he said lightly, "I've seen the concert. Not bad. Worth the ticket price. Next, I will find you to settle something I need to do—to pay respects to the Qilin."

Qin Fen curled his lips slightly: "Deal with the injury on your hand first."

"You too. Tend to your right hand."

As the dust dissipated, the words left by Little Pluto still echoed in Qin Fen's ears. Hades’ people had long since vanished from sight.